Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
ABC,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Erasure,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.